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Deal 1373: Batty

They don’t look like they can fly. By all appearances, they are just rats or foxes with capes.

And yet, they levitate by the thousands and clear the evening skies of gnats.

wing leather swishes
as whoosh goes the colony
aloft for feeding

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Deal 1304: Hidden

Everyone lies. But I was the first to be caught by a hidden recorder. I think this will usher in an era where it is impossible to lie without being caught.

Faced with a recording of your very own voice to prove you false, how could you ever draw?

The gramophone was well hidden, and it clearly picked me stating my intent to lie.

Now this is causing troubles with my show. My rivals are spreading rumors, and then playing the recording they have with the not-so-subtle hint that there could be more!

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Deal 1246: Stabbed.

Dead. How can I be dead?

When did this happen? Why? How?

There I was, simply minding my own business. At sea, of course. WHere else would I be?

Don’t answer that. I was at sea. And the seas can certainly be fickle and changeable. But the fish were biting, all was well.

Then, thunk.

Something had stabbed me through. Something had flown in out of a clear blue sky and calm waters and stabbed me in the back.

Thunk.

It was as if the sky and water had found a way to cooperate and kill me. A sea creature, flying.

Thunk.

I’ll never forget that hollow, echoing sound. The sudden appearance of a spike from my chest. The weight at my back pulling be over.

Splash.

And now, here I am. Dead. Sunk to the bottom. Apparently doomed to walk the seafloor. haunting this bit of anchor chain. Nothing for company but the occasional deep whale. Or starfish.

Darkness.